What Am I?

Chapter 15

How many times do people sit in front of a mirror and question themselves? It seems weird because that's the only time you can look yourself in the eye and look within yourself. You can spend that time with yourself, with your inner self.

"Can you stop?"

There was no reply.

"Dylan, you've been looking at your pretty self in the damn mirror since the past one hour!"

Max had spent the night at Dylan's place and somehow put him to sleep. His parents had to go out of town for an important meeting and Brianda was at their grandama's place. He had made up his mind to take Dylan out that day. He had sat in the house for too long. It had been ages since Dylan had stepped out of the house and done something to get his mind off all the stress.

Max started to lose him calm.

"Will you stop it?!"

Dylan gave Max the 'shut the hell up' look. Dylan was trying to look himself in the eye and say the truth about himself. Dylan knew he was different, but he couldn't accept it. But that was the day. That was the day he would accept it, if Max stopped screaming.

"Max, I'm trying to do something here."

"Dylan, you're trying to do something that I don't want you to do "

"And you're doing something I don't want you to do" said Dylan firmly.

"What did I do?"

"You really thought I'll think that Scotch has been gulping down the beer?" asked Dylan as he stood up to face Max.

A look of nervousness appeared on Max's face. He put his hands inside his pockets and started looking at the walls.

Dylan knew that behaviour. That would be Max if he would get caught doing something he tried to keep a secret. Even though Max tried to behave grown-up and smart, he had a childish side, a part which had not matured. The childlike vibe which Dylan would get from Max was what made him trust Max even more.

A child's heart is the purest, and so was Max's. The only thing was the child would get a little out of hand at times and would do things that would hurt others.

"Did you talk to her?"

Max shook his head.

Dylan took a deep breath, trying to frame in his mind what he wanted to tell Max.

"This isn't going to get sorted if you don't talk to her. You made the mistake. Don't expect her to come talk to you. You ruined it, now you fix it."

"Dylan you really think that I didn't try to talk to Emma? I call her ten thousand times everyday but she doesn't answer. She doesn't reply to my messages, she doesn't even look at me in school. I know I'm a dick okay. I've accepted it. I just wanna make everything right again."

Dylan knew what it felt like to not talk to the person you love with all your heart for a long time. After all, he had not spoken to Andrea in such a long time. He would think of calling her up, but he just couldn't. He could dial her number but his fingers wouldn't press the call button.

Max sat on the floor with his head between his knees. Dylan sighed and sat next to him. He didn't say anything to Max, he just sat there, next to him. He couldn't advice Max if he himself didn't follow it.

Scotch came and sat next to the boys, with is head rested on Dylan's legs. The ticking of the clock echoed in the entire house.

Brianda came home from her morning walk in about ten minutes. She was a little taken aback to see the two of them at home.